Zelos could not remember the last time he had acted as Hera’s escort. He was fairly convinced it was during one of the wars. Then, he had been assigned to protect her. Now he had no idea why she had requested his company. Maybe it had been Zeus’ idea. Perhaps he needed Zee to find something out. It would have been nice to get some kind of heads up.
“I really have no desire to buy a chicken,” he said, heeding the queen’s warning. He smiled back at the saleswoman. “I can think of better things I could get off of her.”
He turned his back and cringed. He should not have said that to Hera. She was not Zeus and would hardly appreciate his bad attempt at humor. Kratos should have been assigned this duty. He was much better suited for this kind of work. He would follow quietly and do what their queen required.
“So, your majesty, are we peacock shopping?” He would like some clue as to what he was doing here.